[Verse One:]At the start of our journey together you couldn't tear us apartWe was like tinted and Ford, peas and carrotsRings with karats, and it seem people starinHoes lovin my style, niggaz love jeans you was wearinCarryin on, this love jones heatin my soulLike a pot of auntie collard greens on top of the stoveYou keep the business on the low like pullin Daytons and VoguesYou keep me puffin on some purple and you don't even smokeBut hold up! You flippin the script, say I fuck aroundBut you talkin nonsense like a gat with no clipThat's why a nigga jumped ship, I might as well do my thangThem jealous hoes on your end sprinklin salt in my gameYou think I'm a lame, but honestly you hatin my fameYou mad every time pretty dimes call out my nameYou know it's a shame, you keep shit goin like plumbersGet yo' belongings, get the fuck out and go live wit'cha momma

[Chorus:]The world could be yours, but you fucked it all upCause you got me fed all upIt's to a point now where a nigga fists stay balled upMy patience been used all upThe world could be yours, but you fucked it all upSayin you' gon get me caught upYou know I wasn't cheatin girl, I just went to buy the mall upLet me find a hoe to call up

[Verse Two:]Shorty when we first kicked it off, I met her at the mallStandin five feet tall, thick big booty broadFinest chick I ever saw, remind me of HalleBut she love to roll reefer drop a Chevrolet with RallysShorty used to live in Cali, now she in AtlantaSay she love my country grammar while she peelin my bananaHey! Now we spendin so much quality timeThe other women on my mind I left 'em stranded behindSee we both were movin up, like George and LouiseI never thought that you would be my only fish in the seaBut take it from me, everything ain't peaches and creamShe started screenin all my calls, never trusted in meAnd followin me, always wanna argue with meAnd cut on my clothes, faded all my Guess and GirbaudsThis shit gettin old, it's time for me to hop the fenceThe world coulda been yours if you had some sense

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[Verse Three:](What's the deal pimp?) You know how I feel pimpLook shorty be trippin when I be tryin to chill pimp(nigga you f'real pimp?) Like she on the ill tipThrew away my ounce cause she think I'm on her friend hip(Let me tell you this though, I can't believe this hoe) What?(Had the nerve to come over my crib and show her asshole)Man what she do folk? (Cussin out my kinfolks)(Slashed up my Cutlass and she busted out my window)(Man I think I'm through though) shit I know I'm through lookShorty got more problems than the pages in a math bookShoulda got her ass whooped (man folk don't even take it there)(Them hoes ain't good for nothin but showin what's in they underwear)Nigga ask me if I care, dude I gotta let her goI'm tired of the drama and the law knockin at my do'(Look, do what you gotta do, I'ma do the same too)(Push her to the curb like the way I do my 22's)